Previously known as The Accident
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She is beautiful. So fucking beautiful. She is a star and I would become an astronomer for her and I would study for the rest of my life and I would bleed, sweat and cry day and night just so I can underst...
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I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel. It's like a small part of me is gone but at the same time, I never had that part. I'm not going to lie, I don't think I would be a good mother even if I was fertile. I feel like I would be a deadbeat mom like my father so maybe being infertile does some justice to me and my "child."
But I need to ignore this, I can't let it ruin me since I have a degree to complete.
Atlas and I are constantly in the campus library studying or whatever Atlas does for his art finals. He usually joins me to keep me "company" but he just ends up listening to Taylor Swift while having mini dance breaks. He also controls the music that plays through my headphones.
My fingers glide across the keyboard as I scroll through various pass papers. My eyes sharp and my mind focused however with Taylor singing about how she likes shiny things but will marry someone with paper rings it can be a bit distracting. "Atlas," I whisper, tapping his shoulder a few times.
He takes off one of his earphones to listen to me. "I'm going to get a book, watch my laptop and please pick a less distracting song," I say in a pleading tone before he gives me a thumbs up.
I get off my seat and quickly make my way to the walls of white dead men's words. I walk through them with tired eyes.
I stop when I see the book I'm searching for. I pull it out and open it, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. I skim the words of the book as my lips come between my teeth. I turn aimlessly turn down the next aisle when I look up, gasping. I nearly jump out of my skin when I see someone looking at me with wide eyes. My hand flies to my heart as I let out a breath. "What the hell? You scared the shit out of me."
Luke smiles at me and my stomach immediately fills with knots. My smile grows as I place the book down and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.
His hands go to my waist and he lets me kiss him, pulling him closer as I do. He pulls away but just to press a few short pecks to my lips.
I let go of him, picking up my books once again. "Why are you here?" I ask him as he follows me to a much less busy section of the library.
"What I'm not allowed to see my girlfriend in the middle of a library?" His dimples carve deeper as his smile grows and I roll my eyes as he talks. "You know you're very pretty, Indra."
"You've said that once or twice before." I laugh lightly, trying to hide my blush. "Or a dozen."
I try to roll my eyes again, but I can't fight the grin that takes its place on my face. "How was your day?" I ask him as we reach the back of the library. There is absolutely nobody here and it's pretty closed off.
I grab a few more books off the shelves, handing them to Luke to hold. "Riveting. Went for a run, took a long shower, went to work, crashed a golf cart at work, and then it was night." He says, adjusting the grip he has on all the books.
He places the books down and comes over to me, leaning against the shelves. "What?" I ask him and he just places a kiss on my cheek.
He then places another and I have to contain my giggles. "I missed you."
"It's only been a few days," I say, turning to face him. "Feels like a few years." I place a peck on his lips, but he doesn't like that since he doesn't let me pull away.
He kisses me harshly, pushing my back against the shelf. My head tilts up and I moan. His fingers move over to the pulse of my neck as he grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and drags it out gently.
He kisses me harder, his hand slides down my body. I open my mouth wider for him. I tilt my head a bit, getting closer. I can feel him breathing heavily
He slides his hand down the front of my pants and covers my mouth with his, letting out a slight groan. He slides his fingers into me and I moan against his lips. "I'm supposed to be studying." I whimper.
He holds onto my jaw, trailing kisses across my cheek as he thrusts his fingers inside me. He slides his fingers all the way in and backs out a few times in long, full strokes.
I moan, arching my back. He kisses me fast, moving over my mouth hard and strong.
"I... need to study," But he dives back inside me, ignoring me and kissing my neck and jaw and pulling my ear lobe in between his teeth. He tastes every bit of skin he can get to, never slowing his fingers down.
He wraps an arm around my leg, lifting it so he can make more room. His fingers keep going, deep and steady, coming out to swirl around my clit every so often. "Luke." I pant out.
"I can feel how hard you are," I whisper., kissing his jaw. "You're a good boy, you know that right?" I kiss him light and soft, biting and teasing. He groans. "You're a very good boy." I wrap my arms around his neck while he finger-fucks me in the middle of a college library.
I squeeze my eyes shut, moaning. I rest my head on his shoulder. Something builds low in my stomach as we go harder and harder. He moves faster and faster inside me.
I just hope we don't get caught.
He pushes his fingers deep inside me, rubbing my spot. "Does that feel good?" He asks me and I nod since I can't comprehend words. He breathes hard and fast, and my body tenses as I come. My body calms, my chest rising and falling slower and slower.
I can now know exactly what Luke's guitarist fingers can do. They can do a lot to a person in a good way.
"What the hell did we just do?" I ask him as I breathe heavily, his hand still down my pants but not in me. "I have no idea." He whispers to me.
He removes his hand from my pants and I adjust my hair and top. "Is my mascara fine?" I ask him and he gives me two thumbs up. He helps me fix everything before handing me my books and placing a kiss on my lips. "I love you." He whispers.
"I love you too."
And I'm back at my study table. "So I decided that Taylor isn't exactly studying music. So how about some Subway Surfers music?" Atlas asks me quietly, a big bright smile on his face.
"Yeah...sure," I say, sitting down with a smile on my face. I should check that off my bucket list.
Get fucked in the library. Check.
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A/N I'm currently in Dubai for vacation so that's why I haven't published a chapter in a few days 😅
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